1、1 30篇文章贯通考研词汇 Unit 1 The Permit 许可证 I think the building must have been used as a farmers winter store, for I found piles of forgotten dried chestnuts and grain in rotting barrels. I tried the chestnuts but they tasted sour, Paulo said he would bring me food, but that was three days ago. Yesterday,
2、I heard a car engine getting closer, and climbed up to hide in the beams of the patched roof. But the men just looked in quickly through the worn-out windows and broken doors before they left. I clung to the dusty wooden beam, feeling it would bend under my weight, and tried to make no noise. My arm
3、s and legs grew numb, then began to tremble. I longed to move, but I waited until I heard the policemen drive off. I know that they will return. When we began the final part of our journey, we were warned that the police patrolled the land around here regularly. They are always searching for us, or
4、others like us; the coast of Morocco (摩洛哥 ) and the Presidio (要塞 ) of Ceuta (休达，摩洛哥北部港市 ) are only ten miles away across the Straits. That is how I got here: squeezed in with fifteen other men in a shallow boat meant for eight, with the cold waves reaching over the sides and the night deep and black
5、 as a tomb. I have never been more scared. I prayed all the way across, and thought about 2 my family. I told myself, over and over, that I was doing it for them. That trip took almost all of my money. All of the money I had saved in Ecuador (厄瓜多尔 ) . The boatmen left us on a beach in the middle of
6、the night. We lost sight of them but we could still hear their small engine across the waves. Six of us started walking inland but the others waited for the contacts, the friends of the boatmen, as they had been told. We were lucky: we met Paulo. We found the town and waited until the first bar open
7、ed; I went in alone while the others hid in the orchard nearby. When I asked for a cup of coffee, the young barman (侍者 ) looked at me and nodded. He made the coffee, then disappeared into the back room. Cold and without strength, I wrapped my hands around the warm cup, not caring whether the barman
8、had called the police, not caring about the next moment, just about the present. But the man had called Paulo, who came and helped us. Paulo was always smiling, always happy. He was from Seville (塞维利亚 ) , a busy city of many people, and he knew many people. Paulo found work for us. I made good money
9、 on the farms. I picked cabbages, beans, cucumbers and peas. I picked great round yellow squashes (南瓜 ) that smelled of rich perfume when you broke them. The farmers hired us by the day, and were content. The local people would never work for the wages we are paid. But there were many farms, and man
10、y crops to be picked. We 3 were welcomed. I shared a small clean house in the town with seven other workers. We had journeyed from Ecuador, Colombia (哥伦比亚 ) , Venezuela (委内瑞拉 ) , even Argentina (阿根廷 ) . Paulo found the house for us - he knew the landlord and arranged a good price. We lived well, wit
11、h enough food and sometimes wine. I earned more in a week than I could in three months back home if there had been work to do there. I sent most of the money that was left to my wife and parents, and wrote many letters to them. Then the government changed the rules so that we needed work permits. I
12、queued with hundreds of other workers, waiting for the application forms. We sat on the stone benches beneath the trees and read the forms. Some of the other workers are from small villages and towns, and cannot read as well as I can, so I explained to them that the government wanted our birth certi
13、ficates, driving licenses, passports and many other documents. Many of the workers had perhaps one or two of these documents, but most had none. I helped the others complete the forms and we gave them to the clerk. He looked at our documents, stamped the forms many times and told us that they would
14、be sent to Madrid (马德里 ) , and our permits would be returned in two or three months if the forms were approved. We had to wait. Even Paulo and his friends could not help us. 4 The first month was not too bad as most of the farmers continued to use us; their crops were rich, waiting to be picked. The
15、n some men from Madrid visited all of the farms, and maybe half of the farmers stopped using us. The farmers told us that they were sorry, and we understood them. So the second month was worse: only a few of the farmers would use us, and those that did pay very poor wages. We shared what we had, and
16、 ate once a day: rice, porridge(粥 ), bread, cheap food that would fill our stomachs. We began to stare at each other, and wonder which of us would find work. There were fights in the morning, between different groups of workers, when the farms supervisors (管理人，监工 ) came to choose who would work that
17、 day. But still we had some hope. We lost the house in the third month, as we had no money for rent. We were able to get some food from the charity kitchens around the town, and the church, but we found always a long queue and very little food. We took our bags and blankets and slept in the fields.
18、Then the weather became cold and we slept where we could, huddled together, in old forgotten buildings and alleys (小巷 ). Sometimes I dreamed of my family, and when I awoke, I wished the dream could continue. The people of the town stared at us from the sides of their eyes as they passed us. They cle
19、nched(握紧 ) their hands and muttered, and some of them spat on the pavement. A few of us 5 were attacked and beaten in the dark, and driven from the parks and streets. All of the time, the Police told us to move on, move on. It is the end of the third month when it happens. The farmers hired coaches
20、and send them into the town. From four oclock in the morning we waited in agitating silence, hands pushed deep into pockets, our hats pulled down tight against the cold and the watching policemen. By the time the coaches arrived, there are hundreds of workers waiting in the darkness. We pressed forw
21、ard as the doors opened. The supervisors stood on the bottom steps of the coaches and asked, “Who has the permit?“ The men with permits hold them up and were allowed onto the coaches. Some of the workers were from the countries in Europe and did not need permits, so they were allowed on when they sh
22、owed their passports. I went from coach to coach until I saw a group of Chileans (智利人 ), who I knew have no permits, climbing aboard a waiting coach. The leader of their group spoke first with the foreman and shook his hand, then they were taken on. I stood before the supervisor. “You have the permi
23、t?”he asked me. He was broad, stout (肥胖的 )and filled the doorway of the coach. His fat neck spilt from the upturned (向上翻的 ) collar of his leather jacket. His hair was 6 shaven close to his head. I explain to him that my application was rejected but I would try again. “Come back when you have a permi
24、t,” he told me. He frowned as he inhaled (吸入，吸气 ) a smoke and looked down the avenue to where the policemen were watching the coaches. I explained to him that I was a hard worker, that I had eaten only once in three days, that I was eager to work and send money to my family. He looked at the policem
25、en, who had started walking along the pavement beside the coaches, and glared at me and says, “Go to Madrid and tell them.” The Chileans were laughing and pointing at me through the coach windows. The supervisor tossed his half-finished cigarette into the gutter(排水沟 ) by my foot. At the moment I sta
26、bbed him in the stomach. He bent down with a small cry. The policemen looked at us and I began to run away from the coaches, into the dark side streets. I heard loud running steps close behind me, and the roar of car engines. I slid into the shadows of a shops back door, behind two tall metal contai
27、ners that stank (发出臭味 ) of rotting meat and spoiled foodstuff (食品 ). I gasped, and each breath burnt. My heart hammered against my chest. I waited for a long time until the sounds of the cars and 7 people faded. I walked slowly to the end of the alley and looked out, but the streets were empty. I ha
28、d run almost to the river; I could hear it rushing in the darkness beneath me. My right hand felt cold. I looked down in the yellow light of a street lamp, and saw my hand still clenched into a fist. It looked like the hand of another person, not part of me. A short blade, no longer than my thumb, s
29、tuck out from the fist. The blade, my fist, and my sleeve were all stained dark red. Paulo gave me the knife when I picked artichokes on the farms. The short thick blade is very sharp, made for cutting the plants stalks. I scrambled down to the banks of the river and threw the knife into the river w
30、ater. I heard it splashed far away. The river touched my feet. I bowed down and washed my sleeve and hand, although the water was so cold, like ice, that my hand became numb. Then I walked back up to the street. I found some of the other workers hiding in the deserted warehouse we had found. One of
31、them went to find Paulo, who came and told me about the old farm buildings near to the coast road. I waited until darkness before I followed the road out of the town, throwing myself into the ditch if I heard a car approaching. The weather has been clear and I have seen the coast of Morocco every da
32、y. Across the blue sea, the land is a strip of dark 8 brown and gray, and looks close enough for me to touch. Maybe I could find an old tractor tyre tube around the farm and float across the Straits? Or maybe I could walk along the shore and steal a boat? I do not want to become a thief. I am an hon
33、est man who wants only to work and support his family. But what can I do? I will wait here for Paulo and listen to him. He will tell me what to do for the best. I know that he will help me. Unit 2 Timeless Photographs价值永存的老照片 I love to look at old photographs in the album. My father had a big box of
34、 pictures in the cabinet and some of the pictures go way back to the 1890s. The women dressed with such dignity and had style back then. My Dad would linger around his precious box of photographs and tell me stories about each photo and very one. It was one of those moments that you could not really
35、 appreciate when you were young. It is only after he was long gone that I can look back and say thanks for taking the time to show me a tiny window into the world of people who really did know how to live. I found a few of my aunts in their fashionable outfits by an old Cadillac(卡迪拉克，汽车名 ) pretendin
36、g to drink whisky. Many of the photographs were taken in Coney Island(科尼岛 ) and Cape Cod(科德角 ). I especially love the photographs of the 9 bathing beauties and their swimsuits. The suits are quite modest by todays standards but the young women didnt seem to care. They were staying at such places as
37、Newport Beach and Cape Cod having the time of their lives running in and out of the tide. One photograph had a vendor(小贩 )selling dogs(热狗 )by a coaster(轮船 )at Coney Islanda younger picture of my mother with here brown hair and blue eyes eager to go on board with my Dad. He looked a bit frightened in
38、 the picture as I could see he was holding on tightly to the bar to the coaster, his black hair flying in the breeze. I smile when I look at that picture because it is hard to imagine anyones Dad ever being a kid. He looked like he was having a great time probably because he was with my mother. She
39、is smiling in the picture and wearing a white blouse, blue shorts and tennis shoes. She is quite a looker(美女 ),I can see why my Dad liked her so much. I dig down to the bottom of the box and see two large photographs. One is dated 1900 and the other one is dated 1997a recent picture that looks simil
40、ar to the older one. The older picture looks familiar because it is taken in the same placethe summer home. I will describe the older photograph as very interesting in the style of dress and exactly(确切地，精确地 ) where the people are sitting. They are posed outside the cottage by a small tree that is st
41、ill there today. A woman is sitting in a rocking chair, with here 10 black hair pulled up in a bun(脑后的发髻 ).She is not smiling but looking away from the camera and wearing a long black dress. Another woman is wearing a white blouse with a necktie(领结 )and a long black skirt. Her hair is also long and
42、blonder(金黄色的 )but pulled back in a bun. There are two men on either side of a wooden table. Both men appear older and are dressed in hats and suits and ties, trousers and Sunday shoes. Neither is smiling. (I have the distinct feeling that the women are their wives and it is Sunday.) They probably ar
43、e hungry for their roast beef and potatoes, but that is just my guess. There is a young boy, probably about 13 in the photograph. He is wearing a white blouse, black shorts, long black socks and tan sports shoes. He is petting a black dog that is sitting on top of the round wooden table. The boy is
44、bending down and he isnt smiling either. It must have been hot outside and he probably wants to go for a swim with the dog. The water is just below them and he is probably wondering why he has to take this stupid picture all dressed up on a Sunday. I notice that the color of my cabin was quite diffe
45、rent in 1900 and it was much smaller. The color was green, with white railings(栏杆 )around the porch and steps leading down to the patio(院子 ). That is where the picture of this Smart Family was taken. The family appears rather stiff in the photo but I am sure that they had a good laugh after the Sund
46、ay dinner was served. The second larger photograph is of my own family about 11 1997. It is also in black and white. We didnt wear any older clothes but used our own clothes. The tree in the background has grown to enormous heights and is still standing. The steps leading down to Mousam Lake have cr
47、acked and are in awful need of repair. Believe it or not, we still own the old wooden table and all of the rocking chairs owned by the Smart Family. I did a search of the Smart Family and they were originally from Portsmouth(朴茨茅斯 ). At least five other families owned my cottage before my father boug
48、ht it in 1950 for three thousand dollars. The cottage comes with thirteen acres of land that I still own along with my seven brothers and sisters. It was passed on to me when my mother died. We have formed the Camp Fund to pay the taxes and preserve our legacy. It is a beautiful cabin on a prime spo
49、t on Mousam Lake. I was not here when this photo was taken and it hangs in the living room of the cabin. Many visitors comment on it and think it is quite amazing to have a house for so long. The history of the house is interesting to view from photographs. Around the table is my brother Bob just wearing a casual shirt and shorts (smiling), Annie wearing a T-Shirt and shorts. Mike wearing a white shirt and long nylon trousers not smiling, Mary, whom I couldnt tell what she was wearing, my Mom, her white hair and her beautiful blue eyes and smile, was wearing a peach blouse and
